(Y/n) Pov.

I sit in the conference room feeling slightly left out as the rest of the I.M.P crew recall their most recent assassination attempt, Blitzo practically placing the failed assassination on Moxxie. However, Moxxie is quick to defend himself as he folds his hands and sits up straight, "I'd like to go on record and say that incident was Loona's fault. Dispatch is supposed to give us the right info on the target. It's very simple." He said, putting an emphasis on the "right". But Loona is quick with a simple yet effective comeback, "Oh, sit on a dick, Moxxie." She said rolling her eyes, landing on me for a moment as I idly watched everything unfold.

Moxxie stuttered for a moment, trying to think of something to come back with, ultimately ending by shouting, "Do your job!" while slamming his hand down on the table, albeit not with much force. Blitzo quickly steps in to defend Loona, "Hey, now we don't blame our screwups on Loona, okay? She didn't do anything wrong!" He said, going over to her and nuzzling the hellhound once again as she growled in anger, making it clear that she did not like his physical affection. Although, it seems like Blitzo either doesn't care or doesn't notice her growling.

Moxxie doesn't seem very thrilled either, "Are you kidding me, sir? She's awful." He said before beginning to list multiple occasions where Loona wasn't exactly being the best coworker including, hanging up on Millie when she called about being stabbed, Loona screaming about not wanting a gift because it wasn't a cure for syphilis and a few other things. One of which was trying to get Blitzo's attention for a booty call or something of the sorts.

"Wait, you have syphilis?" I asked her confused. She glared at me out of the corner of her eye, "Yeah, what about it!?" She snapped at me, "Is it in its early stages?" I ask, ignoring her. She stops for a second, still glaring at me as she sets her phone down, "Yeah, stage 2 I think, haven't had any really bad symptoms though." she says coldly, "But why do you care?" she asked confused as she turned to me, finally giving me her full attention. I turn to her as well, slightly shrugging, "Just wondering why you haven't treated it." I mumbled as I tried to get more comfortable in the chair as the armrests get in the way. Loona, on the other hand, seems to do this often as she laid back on the armrest, practically shoving her feet in my face.

"You really think people care about medicine in hell?" she asked, grabbing her phone again. I sigh realizing that she was right, people probably don't care about producing any drugs that don't make you blackout or die, "Good point..." I said, partially accepting this. However, I don't get to think about it long as I hear Blitzo and Moxxie still arguing, although now Blitzo was mocking their "boring couple stuff" as he put it, even making hand gestures to go along, causing Moxxie stands up, pointing at Blitzo aggressively, "Oh, I do judge you, sir! Quite a lot actually!" he said, crossing his arms only to have Millie pull him back down, exclaiming that he was their boss.

But Blitzo doesn't seem to be bothered by this, "No no no, it's fine Mills, your husband is just... How do I say this without being offensive..." He stops for a moment, putting a finger on his chin, "Retarded." He said with a smirk, "Does immaturely insulting me make you feel better about your sad, single life?" Moxxie asks, glaring at Blitzo before he gets in his face and agreeing with him.

Then, Loona speaks up, taking her eyes off of her phone, "The only reason you have a wife is because you're easy to manage!" She says, glaring at Moxxie. Suddenly, Millie slams her hands on the table shouting "No he's not you bitch!" and giving her the bird, causing Loona to growl. I take this chance to remind them that I'm in the room as well, "C'mon guys, you don't need to be such dicks to each other. Even if it is kind of amusing..." I said, mumbling the last part as I sat forward again to better address the others at the table. But, a new chimes in from behind us, "You guys are all fucking assholes."

We all turn to see who was speaking, but rather than some random demon who had made their way into the conference room or another I.M.P employee, I'm surprised to see a small boy laying down on a table with a heart rate monitor attached to him. I sit there confused for a moment before turning to Blitzo, "Is that the kid Moxxie shot?" I asked him, pointing to the kid I somehow hadn't noticed until now. Blitzo nods as Moxxie pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering something about the company being a mess.

Before I could ask any more questions or something else could happen, Blitzo grabs everyone's attention, "Alright, let's get back to talking about my outfit." He said, trying to start the conversation anew, "Nobody was talking about that!" Loona spits, now having returned to her phone. I sigh as I lean back in my chair, "Can someone explain to me why this kid is still alive and in hell?" I asked to no one in particular. But, Blitzo shrugs off my question, "Don't know, now about my outfit! So, how does it look? It's good, right?" He asks, showing off his suit.

"It's been a literal hell having to pretend to be paralyzed, so you fuckshits wouldn't kill me!" The kid in the back yelled ripping off the sensors to the heart rate monitor, only for it to continue beeping, showing that there was no real reason for it to be set up, "But, now I want that. I want death!" He cried out while holding his head. He then points at Blitzo as his expression turns sour, "You are a selfish, greedy clown. And I'm a kid. We're supposed to like clowns, even the creepy ones!" He shouts, Moxxie attempting to step in when he's finished "Hey now, that's not very-" Moxxie is suddenly cut off as the boy begins shouting, "If I wanted to hear from a spinless jackass, I'd rip out your spine and ask you some shit!"

Fortunately, Millie doesn't seem to keen about this kid insulting Moxxie "That's my husband you're talking to!" She shouts, trying to defend him, albeit not to much effect as the boy just laughs at this, "That's your husband?!" He asks as the two snarl at him, making it evident that he is getting on their nerves. Hell, I've hated him since he opened his mouth to let us hear his annoying ass voice. But, he wasn't finished, "I figured you for a slut, but I didn't know you needed dick that bad!" He exclaims, holding up his hand and implying Moxxie's small size, only further angering the two.

He then turned to Loona while pointing a finger, "And you!" he yelled before I stood up in my chair, glaring at him, however, he doesn't seem scared or intimidated by me. I chuckle as I slowly walk over to the hospital bed he's sitting on, "You know, you've got a big mouth kid, and you've got the stones to back it up. But, you are really fucking annoying!"  I said, stopping in front of the bed and leaning down to him, "So how about you shut your trap before I sew it shut." I mutter, making my intent clear as day, and yet, he still doesn't seem bothered.

I move away from him enough for him to sit comfortably on the bad again. Once he is, a smile forms on his lips, "Well I guess you two are already fuckbuddies! Then again, bitches are attracted to each other!" He yells while laughing his ass off and pointing at me and Loona, "That... that doesn't even make sense..." I said with a sigh as I pinched the bridge of my nose, walking back to and falling into my seat at the table. When I do, what I can only assume is Loona's phone notification goes off, resulting in an excited "Oh fuck!" from Loona.

We all stop and look over to her, "Guys, I just got a text from our client. Guess he was the right target after all." She says with a smirk, looking over the text on her phone, "Who?" Blitzo asks confused. Loona's smile grows as she points to the brat in the corner, "Him" The boy looks shocked, "Me?!" He asked, his fear finally coming to the surface as Loona confirmed this. Blitzo stopped, "They wanted us to kill an actual child?" He asked in disbelief, "That's what they're sayin'." She said, Blitzo seeming relieved and saying something about christ on a stick before pulling out an old flintlock pistol. But, rather than shoot the little shit, he turns to me, "Would you like to do the honor?" He asked me, offering the gun to me. I smile and nod, "Gladly, but I prefer something a little more personal..."

(Alright, as some of you may already know, this book will be put on hold because I've noticed that I don't have as much of an interest in writing this as I used to. Now, that's not to say that I have no interest in writing this, but, if I continued this story it'd be forced and have low quality and wouldn't really have a thought out story. You can even see evidence of that in this chapter, at least I feel like this has a much lower quality than it normally does and is much shorter.)